No longer the urge and wait,
Feel like a feather so lite...

Feeling lonely,
Hold my hand...

I wear a mask,
and look through...

Feeling numb.
Did I type...

She is the dream of every heart,
A pretty doll that all men craved...

I waited pretty long,
under the sun...

Past haunts and future blank,
I ponder over yesterday...

The anguish I share,
end up in...

Barefoot rest,
on the sand and back...

Show off tons of ego,
yet practising the name...

Rattled up and down,
the little lanes...

For the questions,
I seek...